Ow

From right under my ribcage down to my poor abused little rear HURTS. I'm down to bile and somehow my body is finding more ammo to send me flying to the bathroom. My guts are tired. I don't know how else to describe it. I can almost hear my colon going" Oh dear heavens not again!" as it starts to spaz out and off I go. Eating hurts, even drinking pain water hurts. I'd head back to my normal doc but I know exactly what she'll say. "Take your pill, follow the BRAT diet and get plenty of fluids." Right even fluids are going right through me. I half expect to look into the bowl and see my spleen. I can't wait till it calms down. I'm losing fluids slightly faster then I can replace them( I am trying my best though) and it looks like the next time my tummy is going to accept food is going to be sometime on Thursday. Glad I stocked up on soup when it went on sale.

And I still haven't heard from the prospective GI guy on whether or not he will take me as a patient. He's mentioned what he is going to have to do but said that at that time he hadn't decided. It's been a month. I'm thinking about calling him and telling him forget about it. I NEED a GI guy and soon. What I don't need is this guy dilly farting around because if I look for another one and he takes me and I have and appointment with another then he'll drop me. Right now I feel like Garfield.

I've tried calcium before. Turns out I am hypersensitive to anything that has a binding effect. I loved it the first couple of days since it kicked in immediately for me. I took one Viactive a day for a week. I didn't go the first day and it took three days after I stopped taking them for me to go again. It took me two weeks to go properly again after a half dose of Immodium. That time I ended up in the ER because I was so backed up and needed to take a laxative. Thankfully days like today don't happen that often. I do get a "dumping" day once every couple of months but I haven't had a day this bad in several months. I ended up calling my husband and asking him to come home early. His work knows I have IBS( as they comment "why doesn't the wife work?") and they are very good about letting him off when I have appointments and the like( since we only have one car). He picked me up some Gatorade on the way home and while still sore, the guts have either run out of ammo or are finally done. I was getting worried because of the losing fluids faster then I could replace them. I can tell I'm still dehydrated but it's nothing new and at least now I can replace them without worrying about losing more.